He woke to the feel of warm lips
pressed against the base of his spine, a not quite ticklish little
touch. Connor resisted the urge to squirm, didn't even open his
eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
He felt Kyle smile against him. "I'm not."
"It's not even dawn," Connor mumbled. "And I promised my father if
you stayed the night, we would behave."
"So which one of us is making false promises?" Teasing, yes, but an
underlying coolness and Connor didn't sigh, didn't do anything but
arch up a little into the light touch easing down his hip. Kyle's
mouth was pure, liquid sexuality, making silent promises of its own.
If he said no, Kyle would stop. There was no question of that. He
would slip back into place, arm around Connor and maybe he'd sleep
again but he would stop. Tomorrow, he would say nothing about
it but it would still be there, dark and distant in the back of his
eyes while his father didn't mention Kyle's presence at their table
and made breakfast around him. But if he, if they were silent
now, if they didn't make a sound --
He hated this, torn between his love for his father and...and
whatever it was he had with Kyle. Hated the dull annoyance in his
father's eyes whenever Kyle stayed, hated making promises that were
just plain unreasonable. He didn't need Kyle's unspoken
contempt for his weakness just like he didn't need his father's
approval, except where he did and he couldn't make them like each
other but he couldn't let them hate, either.
And he'd promised but, oh, Kyle's tongue was slippery and hot and
Connor drew a harsh, open-mouthed breath at the wet touch sliding
upwards, leaving a trail of damp up his back.
Kyle pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and murmured, "God,
you taste so good."
He didn't reply, barely breathed, just obeyed the pressure of Kyle's
hands, moving his knees apart and let Kyle settle between them.
Bit his lip and kept silent as Kyle eased into him. The light behind
his eyes was growing; sunlight seeping in through the too-thin
curtains and Kyle was a warm weight against his back, warmer inside
him as he barely moved his hips, sighing into Connor's hair as he
arched his hips in slow, insistent circles.
Connor didn't move. Let Kyle have him and held his moans inside
where his father couldn't hear them, let Kyle lead him into a lie of
omission. He felt a quiet moan vibrating against his ear, the rush
of damp heat inside him and pressed his own erection into the
sheets. He didn't move, not even when Kyle eased out of him, his
cheek sliding damply against Connor's shoulder and his breathing
easing as he drifted back to sleep.
He didn't move, just kept his eyes closed and shivered a little at
the prickle of sweat drying on his skin. Nothing between him and
Kyle but skin and sleepiness and it wasn't a lie if he didn't say a
word.
-finis-
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